Chapter 650

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MADNESS IN THE BARNYARD ELLIOT If there's one thing I've learned in the past few minutes, it's the true meaning of "eating mud." I'ma mud-eatertheres no other way to describe me right now, rolling around, wrestling a pig in the middle of this filth.

"Stay still, damn it!" I lunged onto its back, but my hands kept slipping, mud splattered everywhere, and its plump body writhed beneath my grip.

I could only imagine the spectacle I was making of myself.

I wrapped my legs tightly around its sides, trying to grab its ears and pull its head back.

"Uiiik, uiiik!" The pig started squealing, and there I was, bouncing on top of it, clutching its ears, riding it around the corral like some damn rodeo cowboy.

What the hell had they been feeding these beasts to make them so strong?! The noise was deafening, laughter echoed from all sides, and I clung to the pigs thick neck, trying to get it under control.

What a damn embarrassment.

all this, I deserveda

slow down its wild sprint, both of

while trying to tie up its four legs, it thrashing

when I had it almost subdued some bastard came to steal mv pig! ---- "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?! Let go

let my guard down

wouldn't get far the pig was half-tied, and someone had thrown me another rope from the fence, which

buddy, but finders

I dont need to look farI just found the biggest swine in

solid crack sounded under my

letting go of the pig's legthe same

off like

wasnt about to chase after it againrage was already making my

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